7.3

Thinking back to your first encounter with Iason, you smile coyly at Damasus. "I doubt coin is the only thing a man such as yourself values." You remark informally, while your fingers trace back down the length of your neck. This time he's unable to stop his gaze from following them as they stop along your collarbone. Catching himself, he hurriedly looks back up at you and asks, "Again, what makes you think I can be bought?" Smirking wryly, you slowly push the cloth covering your shoulder down. "What makes you think you are different than any other man?" You muse under your breath as Damasus' gaze is immediately drawn to your partially bare body. Stepping forward, you brazenly reach down and run your hand along the bulge that has formed beneath his garment. A stifled groan escapes from his lips as your hand keeps moving down. It slips under the fabric and brushes gently along his bare skin. Damasus closes his eyes and you feel his body tensing in response. Your fingers continue grazing along the length of his shaft then abruptly pull away. His eyes quickly snap back open and he looks at you somewhat conflictedly. Ignoring this, you casually pull your clothes back over your chest after stepping back.

Glancing down at his still erect member, you smile again. "I think my initial assessment was correct." Damasus' face turns slightly red with indignation but he remains silent. "My offering may not be as finite as my competitors. However, I assure you it is all the more satisfactory." You see his expression turn more conflicted before he hesitantly says, "Everyone else paid upfront." You spend a moment studying the man's somewhat pained expression then begin to turn to leave. "Everyone else is a fool." While it was a risky move attempting to call his bluff, it appears to pay off. He quickly steps forward, holding out a hand non-threateningly. "I have not said I do not agree." Suppressing the urge to smirk again, you tilt your head back in his direction, waiting for him to continue. "I will give you my support, however, it would be contingent some prior benefit." Raising an eyebrow, you glance back over his form and brusquely retort, "I am done negotiating." When you move to leave again he lets out an exasperated sigh, "Wait." Keeping your expression even, you regard him closely as he goes on to say, "I agree. Though, I will expect you to unconditionally adhere to your side of this understanding." Deciding that is an issue you will deal with in the future, you agree to his terms. With your new support tentatively secured, you return to the library.